The rain came down in sheets, plastering her hair to her
head. She walked along the side of
the road with her head down, blinking the tear-laced moisture from her eyes.
They had a fight and in a feeling of exasperation she had
fled. She walked with purpose,
determined to reach her friend’s house.
It had been a stupid fight, started over a sink of dirty dishes.
The blare of a car horn startled her. He pulled up alongside, rolled down the
window and called out.
“Hey, I’m sorry.”
She turned and fired through the open window.
“Not sorry enough.”
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